This is not a love letter, but I have to get something off my chest since it seems you have decided to make a home out of me.
You live in my heart and my head, and hopefully one day in my hands.
You have taken down the boards I had blocking the sun, and you have dusted off the blinds. I think you were just trying to prove to me that you can make light touch even the darkest corners of me.
You have painted over my stained walls from past lovers. I hope you cover every inch of me with orange, I want to be your favorite color.
You have fixed my broken pipes and all the shattered lights and I am breathing again. You have fixed every broken floorboard and I promise I will not let you fall through.
You have patched up my roof and weather-proofed me, and I swear I will keep you safe from any storm that comes your way.
You have dug up the dead flowers in my garden. You have trimmed my dead leaves, but please remember to water me.
You have created a home out of me and I hope you never move away. I promise the neighbors are nice and the neighborhood is safe.
If you ever plan to leave please just burn me down, I don't need any owner other than you.